DAN COMES BACK TO MY APARTMENT

Dan was finally discharged from the hospital. He called and asked me if he could come by, and I told him he could. He said he was eager to see me, and to thank me for what I had done for him. I didn't think I did anything, but according to Dan, I did. So, I took the compliment, and left it at that, at least for now.

I couldn't wait to see him. He took a cab over, and when he finally arrived, I was so surprised. He was cleaned up, and he looked healthy. He walked slowly towards me, and I walked towards him as we both greeted each other with a hug and a kiss.

I had him sit down on my comfortable sofa, and offered him a drink. My choice was either coffee or something cold and he took a ginger ale. I asked him how his wounds were doing, and he said they were well into the healing stage, and he would be as good as new. He began asking me why I hadn't come back to see him after my first visit and simply told him that I didn't really know why. He stared at me, saying nothing at all. His beautiful brown eyes looked deep into my soul, and I didn't want him to know much about me so I looked away.

All I could think of was to touch him, to feel him like I did when we were at the hospital, and I wanted to devour him right then and there. I breathed easily, taking a few breaths, not showing him my eagerness. I just sat there, wanting to pull him into me.

So, I began asking him what incident had occurred that led to what nearly got him killed. I mean, you don't run into someone bleeding half to death in the middle of your living room on a daily basis, now do you?

He took a deep breath, and told me he would tell me, and then as he started to, I interupted him by asking if he wanted anything to eat. Then, I suggested that he wait to tell me, and since the day was bright and sunny, we should go outside to enjoy the city. He thought it a good idea, but really wanted to just sit with me, to talk and see where he was 'rescued' in a more clearer light.

Just then, someone was walking into my apartment. I went over to my visitor to tell him I was busy and not to come back until a few days. I spoke in a soft voice, and he was gone in seconds. Dan was about to leave, thinking a 'friend' came over and didn't want to intrude, but told him I had no plans. I locked the door.

He went into a deep dark explanation of his involvement with people he met at a club one night, and told me everything. I just sat there and listened with horror and amazement. How horrible to be caught up in something you have nothing to do with, then be blamed for it.

He drank down the cold ginger ale I poured for him, and asked to use the bathroom. When he came out, he fell back unto my couch, letting me know that he would move into an apartment with a friend of his, but only temporarily until he found an apartment of his own. I wasn't about to let him stay with me as it just wouldn't be the thing to do. I mean, I could have offered but as things were for now, it wouldn't go over very well.

We continued to sit in my living room, seeing him gaze over the entire room, taking everything in. He took my hand, and gently brought it up to his lips, and kissed it. He kept on looking at my hand, telling me what pretty hands I have. He admired my finger nails as well, and told me how lovely I was. I couldn't say anything. I just looked at his handsome face and knew he may still be in danger.

COME IN, AND TELL ME YOUR SECRET

Why don't you come in today and make yourself at home, ok? I'm talking to YOU, not my neighbor Mike, not Dan, not a visitor who popped in, but to YOU!

I'd like to hear some of your secrets? You do have some don't you? I know you do. Come inside and stay with me a while. I'm good company. And I'm a good listener.

Would you like for me to put the t.v. on? There.

We can still talk with the t.v. on. Whenever you want it off, I can shut it off, or you can do it.

So tell me, what's on your mind? What secret do you have that you'd like to get off your chest? Don't worry now, I won't tell anyone.

Ok, I'll go first.

When I was 21 I wanted to become a nun. So I thought. At 21 I really didn't know what I was going to do within the next ten seconds, no less make a decision on something like that, so in my mind I thought I would try it. Well, you don't try to become a nun. But what did I know? I was clueless and it was all a game to me. Anyway I went into this convent in New Orleans and told them I wanted to devote my life to God. I wanted to become a nun. At first they didn't believe me, telling me that giving up all the sins of the world, not doing certain things anymore would have to be a thing of the past. I told them that wasn't a problem.

I went in, and just two days later while I stayed there in a small room of my own, a priest came in and assaulted me. He told me to take my clothes off as I would need purification, and that there was a procedure to go through. I listened to whatever he told me to do, and stood there nude in front of a mirror. He asked me to name all my body parts as he pointed to them with a long pointer. I did. He then began to fondle my breasts, asking me how many men I had slept with. I told him not many, and he said he didn't believe me. He then began to hold me real close to him and held onto my thighs and began rubbing them. I knew this wasn't right, but thought I would give him a run for his money.

I played dumb, and told him I didn't know much, so I thought I would play him by acting out like I was naive and fuck with him. He wasn't bad looking so I didn't mind doing him. I could see this man wasn't a man of any spiritually of any sort, so he deserved what he was about to get. I asked him to be purified with me, as that would be something we could become one with, and he quickly agreed. He didn't take long to disrobe.

But not before he did a few more things to be. He put his hand on my vagina, and was pulling gently at my pubic hairs. He stroked upwards all the way to my neck, thinking he may now try to strangle me. He then had me lie down on his bed, massaging my breast's again, and then went to finger me. He was telling me how beautiful my body was, and that he had never seen such a beautiful woman before. I helped him get his robe off, and saw a nice hairy chest. I began to gently pull the hair on his chest and told him he too had a nice body. He told me he'd like to show me more of him, and so I saw more. I then pushed him down next to me and began stroking his dick. I then got on top of him, eager to stick it in me. I began humping him so hard, and being quite loud. He was afraid a nun would come in to see what all the commotion was. I told him I couldn't help myself, but hoping a nun would come in and see us. The bastard deserved to be caught.

Then I would stop, hoping he wouldn't come so fast. At this point, I didn't care if I got in trouble, after all, what could happen? They'd kick me out of the convent? I didn't want to stay anyway, especially when I learned what this asshole was all about. I wanted him to get caught. He kept on telling me to be quite, but I wouldn't be. He then tried to get me off him, but I stayed on him, when finally a nun came in from another door! I kept on riding him, only for him to come right in front of her. I started to laugh, with a big grin on my face, and asked him right in front of the shocked nun how he thought the 'purification' went?

He got up cursing me, and as I got dressed, more nuns came in, looking at his naked body while he was trying to get his clothes back on. I told them all that their priest attacked me, that me made me take my clothes off for some kind of bullshit purification ceremony. As they ran out of the room, I told him he was quite the asshole, and asked how many nuns he had already fucked in here.

As I went to my room to get my belongings, I told the head nun that I had no intentions of staying in a place where priests rape woman and that I was going to report him. She was apologetic, but then began accusing me for what happend. I told her I would have her investigated as well if she kept blaming me for something I wasn't responsible for. All I know is that he was caught and whatever became of him is unknown, but at least the nuns got to see a dick!

QUOTE OF THE DAY

DIFUSING THE BOMB

I got up and starred at my empty bed, a place where illusions came to life, then disappeared right before my very eyes. Was it a dream? Was I delusional, inventing this phantom lover that was all in my head, even feeling so real that I believed it to be so?

Being a happy go lucky party girl, doing things my way, and liking what I do. I don't ask anyone's permission, I do what I want, like it or not. I'm the illusionist, I'm the fake, I'm the liar, I'm the one who sets the rules here, whatever makes them come back, and they all do, because they like it that way. I knew Dan was real, but whatever was in my bed only within minutes ago, if it was a dream that just left my bedroom, if it was a phantom I fucked, then that's what it is. If it comes back, I will enjoy it, and let it be whatever it may be. Dreams, illusions, thoughts, forming this man, a visitor who comes in the night, and perhaps not any different from the rest.

So I get back into my bed, and I will dream of Dan, the one who has been on my mind with mixed thoughts, telling myself he's a man who just happened to pick my apartment to come into and drop a bomb. Like my panthom, who came in and made himself real, defusing it and sorting it all out.

In a mean time, I will dream of someone real, who's above all the others, if just a little.

And just then, the phone rings and it's Dan. Perfect timing. He speaks to me in a low voice, and I can tell he's still in pain, dispite the pain killers he's on. I told him I was in bed, lying there naked, and his voice starts to shake, asking me when my next visit will be. I told him I didn't know, but that my thoughts are with him and that I wanted him to get better as soon as possible. Again he think's I'm signing him off, but I tell him that couldn't be the farthest thing on my mind.

He told me they want to release him soon, and asked if he can come by when he leaves the hospital. I told him he could, and he seemed pleased by my answer.

After a our conversation, I reasure myself that I will not go see him. He can come to my apartment and see where things go from there, but I will not go there. I gaze upward, and this time, careful of not creating faces from pieces of stucco above me. I enjoy the light illuminating all around me, creating a warm glow.

It's soothing, and just then, I hear someone come in. Is it my panthom lover again? Will I chase him down like I once did? Not this time. I greet my visitor and he joins me. We're now enjoying the warm glow above us together. Is he real? Who knows. I will embrace it and enjoy the company of my visitor. Can't keep my guest waiting now, can I?

DID DAN RETURN?

I could see I was off my usual beaten trail. I had to get back into my groove, and not letting anything or anyone get me off. So I had a crush on Dan, so what. He's handsome with a gorgeous body, and a huge one, yeah really! Maybe the blood and all that excitement really got me going there, maybe he was my 'real' phantom, someone I knew in fact was real.

So I was driving into town, getting reacquainted with the city around me, after all, apt 9 nine isn't my entire world you know. So I checked out the shops, and whatever struck me. I parked my car, and began to walk around, this time with more ease. I even thought about buying myself a new outfit. I ran into this one store that had really pretty things in the window, so I went in, and did just that. I bought myself some new capri's and a crop top to match it. It really looked cute on me.

I wondered what Dan's reaction would be to see me in it. But then Dan had to leave my mind, as it would be better that way. I came across an odd shop with a picture of a model from the 1960's on the front window, but the store seemed to be empty. I continued on, went into a drugstore, got a few things I needed, and headed back home. I wondered who came over today, but I didn't care. I would be home soon enough to find out.

My drive home was pleasant, and headed straight for my bathtub as soon as I got in. I ran the bath water, then took my clothes off, and soaked my body with lotion and other sweet smelling goodies.







I began caressing my own body, enjoying my thorough cleansing of myself, and then went into thought mode. Hmm, maybe this is not good. Been thinking too much lately about all the crap I've encountered, and I had to give my brain a rest. I continued sponging myself off, but still sat in the tub to play with the suds. Like when I was little.

The first secret I ever heard was the one my mother told me. I was only 8 years old when she took me in her bedroom and proceeded to plop me on her bed. She began to tell me that my father was not my real father. Then she told me not to tell 'daddy' as he would get real angry if he knew. I just sat there in mass confusion of what she had just confessed to me, but the real question is why she told me in the first place. And why would she tell an 8 year old such a thing? Couldn't she at least wait to tell me when I was older, and perhaps at an age where I could have been able to comprehend it better? I never told my dad what I knew, I kept the secret all my life, without telling anyone. See, I told you I could keep a secret.

I finally got out, drying myself when I felt faint for some reason. I hurried up, as I wanted to lay down, but first I applied lotion, this time a different type, all over my nude body. It felt good rubbing it all over myself, yet preferring Dan doing it for me. Well, he wasn't here and it was me applying it to my own arms, legs, breasts, and my stomach. I layed down in bed, thinking of my day, yet feeling alone, and thinking of Dan. Among all my visitors, why would I like him? I just lay there having these erotic thoughts of him and I making love.

I was dozing off when someone came in. All I could do was to suggest he leave, but he wouldn't have it. He started to caress my body, as his touch was amazing, and nothing to compare to what I was doing to myself in the tub. The light was off, but there was light coming in from my bedroom window, casting a golden hue, similar to the light in Dan's hospital room from the night before.

Dan had came back to my apartment! But why would he be let out of the hospital so soon? Were his wound's healed by now? All I knew is that he was with me and I would ask questions later, as now he was making love to me, and that's all that mattered. Oh how wonderful. He told me I was the most sensual woman he ever had, that he loved the way I tasted, and my fresh smooth body overwhelmed him. He kissed my lips hard, grabbed me up close to him, and sucked every part of me. He then massaged my breasts, and then my belly, with strokes that hit my G spot, entering me with force.

His rock hard body seemed a little different, free of bandages, which I thought was a little strange, but was too infatuated to think this through right then. I could barley see his face, yet his touch was familiar, and I loved every thrust, every move Dan made inside me. He then pulled out, and turned me over, putting his penis in me again, feeling his rock hard stomach against my ass. He then lifted me up, and my arms leaned against the headboard, pressing my belly with his hands from behind me. He said he loved the muscles in my belly and had to press into them. He continued his thrusts, pulling my hair from behind, caressing my back up and down my spine, then turning me over again, this time facing me, and holding my arms above my head. He wouldn't stop fucking me, as I could see his abs tense up, and looking further down, seeing his dick going in and out of me.

We were flowing with each others juices, and I began to come. My screams were uncontrollable, having multiple orgasms, with him finally coming with a loud moaning sound that wouldn't stop. Our sweat saturated the sheets, and if this was any indication of Dan being in my bed every night, if this is how he would make love to me, then I wanted him with me all the time.

My head fell back, my eyes closed, and all I could do was to just lye there to regain my breath. A cool breeze seemed to come into the room, cooling me off, a much needed comfort. I didn't want his mouth to leave my vagina, only to touch it as it felt sore. He gave me a good workout, so it was expected to feel like that. I thought of both of us taking a shower, or perhaps a bath together, as my sweat ran down all over me. My breast's were still hard, and I wanted more, but as he lay on me to rest, suddenly I felt weightlessness. I opened my eyes and I saw a shadow. Dan wasn't on me anymore. It was like no one was there. I cleared my eyes, lifting up my head, and then to my astonishment, I was alone.

I felt I was now insane.

NIGHTMARE

The cab ride back allowed me to see the city, something I failed to notice as I was on my long walk earlier that evening. I guess my mind was on my 'getting back in control' mode, and all I focused on was that, failing to see the lights, the streets, the entire city, as I was now experiencing. I finally got home, only to see the long stairway that let up to my apartment I had to climb. Just looking at it made me tired. I was exhausted from my long walk, and the tension and excitement from seeing Dan. When my climb was finally completed, I could barley see straight. All I could do was to get undressed and hit my bed as fast as I could.

I got back up to lock my door, something I don't usually do. As I walked back to my bedroom, I heard a noise, a voice, something that was strange. I continued to my room, and figured the noise was coming from the t.v. I left on before I left and still hadn't turned it off. I didn't want to get up again so I lay there, mesmerized on how wonderful it was to have sex with Dan, even if it was in his hospital bed. It excited me, thinking where it happened, and was hoping he was thinking of me, but knew he must be fast asleep by now.

Instead of sleeping, again my mind was racing with thoughts of Dan. So I hid my head under the covers and told myself to go to sleep. Then hours later, I woke up in a sweat, not knowing where I was. I had a dream about Dan, but it was a horrible dream, a nightmare, as I saw him screaming in pain, bleeding, with a distorted face. There was blood on the top of his head, and all I did in the dream was to ask him to leave. How horrible.

I needed to stop all this drama, it wasn't healthy, and I hadn't had any visitors in over three days, if not more. Dan still hadn't explained to me how or why he got attacked, and I didn't explain anything to him about myself. The dream scared me, and was in a terrible mood to say the least. I walked in the kitchen to get something to drink, then went to my living room and sat on my couch. I started to cry. Again, what the hell was happening to me? I wanted to hear secrets my visitors would tell me. I missed hearing them. They excited me, even as dreadful as most of them were. Strange huh? I was afraid to go back to sleep, afraid I would have this horrible nightmare again.

I needed the sleep, so I got myself up off my pity couch, and went back to bed. I didn't wake up until the morning, or should I say the early part of the afternoon. My first thought of the day was about Dan, but I was beginning to convince myself that this was ridiculous, a bad idea, and I needed to straighten myself out. Enough! I wanted to see him again, but wouldn't and if he wanted to talk to me, he could call me, and that was that.

Then someone knocked, and I simply opened the door and let him in. We hopped into our usual play, and then my visitor told me a secret that even I was a little taken back with. He said he had been up all night, and saw two men in a fight near a bar not too far away from here. He saw a police car pull up, and when they arrived, instead of the cops helping the man who was beaten, the cops started to beat him as well. It turned out that the man who was being beaten up had slept with one of the cops wife, who within a short amount of time, arrived on the scene as well. The first man who had been in the fight was drunk, but later it was learned that he was an off duty policeman who knew what this guy did, and wanted to defend his friend.

I was sick to hear about all this violence, and pictured Dan in the same situation, getting stabbed, and beaten, so I asked him to stop. He said the last part was the worst part yet, and I didn't know if I wanted him to continue. He finished his story anyway, with the cops wife being taken against her will, as she was driven out there to the scene. The 'cheated on' cop didn't stop shouting out at her, asking her, 'Is this the pig who fucked you, huh, is he? At first she was saying no, but finally gave in and said yes. My visitor assumed that if she told the truth he would let her get back in the car, but that wouldn't be her fate.

I missed hearing secrets, but this one got to me. I guess you need to be careful of what you wish for. The woman's husband, the cop, stripped all her clothes off in front of the other cops, and made her have sex with the beaten man. It was difficult but it actually happened, and even my visitor was left stunned. I asked him how he saw all this without getting caught and he said he had been up to a buddies apt. on the 4th floor that faced the back alley of the bar where it took place. I told him he was lucky they didn't look up, but then they were too busy beating the shit out of this guy, and then making a woman have sex with her bloody lover as well. What an evening! Maybe it beats my phantom evening, or even having a man in the middle of my apartment practically bleeding to death!

I thought about my life, and all that happened within just a few days. I called off any contact with Dan, at least on my part. I didn't know what I would do if he called me or tried to come back over. I then figured he would get better and go back to wherever he was from, have a good memory of doing him on his hospital bed which I'm sure the nurses would have something to talk about for a while, other then discussing sticking suppositories up someone ass.

Ok, ok, enough. My visitor left, making me promise not to tell anyone about what he had witnessed, and I told him he would be crazy if he thought I would repeat any of this. His secret was safe with me. I shouldn't have been shocked, but I was when I heard about the incident on the news later in the day. Just then the phone rang, and it was Dan.

My lights were dim in my living room, and it almost looked like it was nigh time, but it was only 3:00. He asked me how I was doing, but the question was, how was he doing? He said he felt better, especially since my visit with him from the night before, and asked me if I would come back to see him again. I told him no, that I was busy, and that I hoped his wounds would heal quickly. He took that as a goodbye, but told him that it wasn't what I was saying. I was just busy, and to call me tomorrow if he'd like. He almost pleaded with me to come see him again, assuming he wanted another romp in his bed, but told me that wasn't what he wanted. I told him maybe, and ended our phone conversation very pleasantly, with a phone kiss and a soft goodbye.

There, I was proud of myself, taking control and calling the shots. I did want to see him, but knew it was better not to. I needed to get out of my apartment, but not until I took a long hot shower. I didn't tell him about my nightmare, as that would have been a horrible thing to say to a wounded man layed up in a hospital bed.

I sat there, pondering over my decision, now regretting telling him I couldn't go, but then I could always change my mind. I didn't. For now, I just wanted to hear more secrets, dispite the last one that annoyed me more then anything. I don't know why it did, but it did. After all, I had heard worse, and now thought I was maybe one sick bitch.

....NO, I WON'T GO BACK TO SEE HIM...

As I got back to my apartment, I ran into Mike, my neighbor from downstairs. We chatted for a second, then told him I had to go. Too many thoughts in my head, and I didn't like that. Who was he, and why in the world would Dan land in my apartment of all apartments? Because he saw the door slightly opened, or the light was on? Is that what he told me?

As I was getting undressed, someone came in, and I wasn't in the mood to talk or deal with anyone, so I told him to leave. Maybe I could have been nicer about it but with too much happening so quickly, and not understanding what was happening to me as of lately, I wasn't in the mood to watch my p's and q's with anyone. I put up my hand to wave him away and on he went.

So now I'm thinking that I'm in control all the time. Then I have some crazy ass dream that flips me the hell out, not knowing if I'm coming or going anymore, and then I have a bloody guy standing in the middle of my apartment dripping blood all over the place. How's that for a week? How would you feel if something like this happened to YOU? Feeling a little out of control was to say the least.

It's sad, as I now had no intentions of going back to the hospital to visit this screwed up mess! Or should I? No, I won't. I'm too tired to even move. I'm going to bed and maybe my phantom lover will drop by and give me another ride of my life that I can certainly use right now, yeah, wishful thinking! So I lay down and toss and turn before I finally go to sleep.

Two hours pass, and I'm waking up in a fog. I still lye there, analyzing why the shit is hitting the fan. Hmm, could it be because I didn't help my little brother do his homework when my mother asked me to, or was it because I skipped school to hang out and smoke at the mall with my girlfriends, and meet boys, or was it because at 16 I fucked my sexy 36 year old neighbor whose wife was a prissy rich blonde with an attitude as big as New Jersey? I remembered how she would boss him around, while giving me dirty looks. This guy was sexy, super hot with a ripped bod that could get it up and keep it up all night long. I wonder if she ever found out about us? Anyway, she deserved it.

No, that isn't why. You know, the last thing that Dan told me as I was leaving his hospital room was to lock my door when I got home. That was nice. I locked my door after I got up and decided to watch some t.v. Nothing exciting was on, so I started to read a book. Was I really losing my mind? I hadn't read a book in years, but now it seemed like the thing to do. No it wasn't, it was a stupid thing to do. After starring at the wall for too long, I decided to go outside for a nice long walk.

I needed to come down from all this, and the first thing to do was to get back in control. So I walked and walked, and I didn't know but before I realized it, it was hours of walking that I had no idea of how long I was walking. And then as I'm looking up at a certain building, it was the hospital. The hospital where Dan was in. It certainly was after visiting hours, but I couldn't help myself, and I went in. I figured they would throw me out, or at least inquire why I was there. I thought of saying I just wanted to get something at the gift shop for a patient and bring it to him tomorrow, but so far no one saw me. I saw the elevator light going down, and when it reached the ground floor, I hopped right in! No one was on it.

I knew now if I could only see him but for just a few moments, it would be ok. The elevator door opened, and the entire nurses station with at least 4 nurses were standing right there. I would be bold and just walk to his room, when all of a sudden, a nurse called out to me and asked where I was going. I hadn't seen her earlier, so I quickly said I was Dan's sister and that I was leaving in the morning and couldn't come earlier to visit. She seemed to hesitate, as my feet started taking me closer to his room. She said ok but that I couldn't stay long, and I thanked her.

I finally reached Dan's room, as it seemed to be the longest walk I've ever taken. I was hoping he would be alone in his room, and as I approached it, he was. At first I just stood there, as I slowly closed the door behind me. I was glad to see that no one was sharing the room with him, as it would have been unlikely to have given him a private room. He saw me. His face seemed to brighten up and asked how I got in, knowing it was past visiting hours. I told him 'I knew people', and he laughed with pain. He asked me to come closer. I did. I asked him how he was feeling and he told me he felt like hell.

I noticed all the wires they had on him, one to monitor his breathing, and others I couldn't begin to explain. He told me how happy he was to see me and that he didn't think I was coming once it passed 8:00. I told him I wouldn't miss seeing him, but had slept through my nap. He was shocked when I told him I walked all the way. He couldn't believe I walked. I couldn't believe it either. He reached out for my hand, and when I reached out to hold his, he yanked me towards him to give me a hug. He felt so good. For someone with stab wounds, he didn't look half bad. I didn't move. I kept my head on his chest, and his hand stroked the back of my head.

I heard footsteps walking towards the room, when they pasted us by. His chest was so sexy, yet only covered to his waist. My hand rested gently on his wounded belly. The room was dark, with only light coming from the street light outside his window. It gave off a golden cast, and it seemed as if we could have been in my apartment instead of a hospital room.

He then caressed my head a little harder, yet gently, and I looked up at his handsome face when he kissed me. I touched his face, then his hair, and told him he looked pretty good for a guy who just went through the ringer. As I moved my hand away and onto his shoulder, he said that felt so very good. I then rubbed his chest and looked into his eyes. My body was already wet with desire, and I ran over to the door to lock it. I wouldn't care if anyone knocked. I reached over to his bed sheets and yanked them off him. His lean ripped body made me more wet with anxiousness. I took my capri's off, carefully got on his bed and straddled him. I felt every muscle in his body move. I kissed his lips, and he kissed me back with a fury. He was shaking, and so was I. What if a nurse was to knock this very minute? What if security would try to come in?

His erect penis slid into me, and I then ripped off my blouse. We moved together in motion, first slowly, then more vigorously while his hands fondled my breasts, and leaning over to kiss my body. He would lift me up and place me closer with his hands around my waist, feeling my stomach and clutching onto my hips. He moaned both with pleasure and pain during thrusts and he came quickly. Before I was to get off the bed, I looked deeply into his eyes. No words, just a deep look. He cradled my face and told me he wanted more. Then, someone was trying to come in. I got to the door in time struggling to put my clothes back on, and opened it.

The nurse knew immediatley I wasn't his sister, and asked me to leave as visiting hours were way past over. She indicated that the door should never be locked as that was against hospital policy. I felt like telling her to 'policy this', but cordially agreed. I went over to Dan and kissed him goodbye. He kissed me back. He told me to take a cab home and he wanted me to reasure him that I would. She was still standing there when he told her I was leaving. Please, he asked me, please come see me tomorrow, please, I need you, he told me. I told him I would. I kissed him gently on the lips again and said goodnight.

When I got downstairs, I called a cab. I was soon home.